Lesson #3 – love your parents. Your first teachers.
As I disciplined Sid following a Weetabix incident (all over the breakfast table) I got the whole “I dont love you daddy”, followed by 2 verses of “I’m not your friend, I don’t like you anymore”.
At this point I realised I have a 12 year old living with us, and I had fast-forwarded 10 years.
Oh crap, here come the teenage hormones.
I began to realise that unconditional love from a parent, as natural as it is, and as pure as it is, isn’t always reciprocated.
Sid is lucky.
He has two parents that love him. Not all kids are that lucky.
I think to myself, as parents, we try to nurture, guide, encourage our kids to be the best version of themselves. To think for themselves, to be compassionate, kind, generous, and big hearted.
That teaching isn’t always met with applaud from your kid!
I learnt a lot from my parents. Resilience, grit, knowing that silence often ends an argument quicker than sound.
Also that the love of parents is beautiful. Untainted. Pure.
Son, you will have many teachers in your life. Your friends, your school teachers, your spiritual teachers and peers.
Remember your first teachers. Your parents.
I hope that we teach you that kindness is a necessity in this world, not a luxury. This world needs it more than ever.
I hope that we teach you that compassion is the key to an enlarged life. Being there for others doesn’t detract from your time or your “busy schedule”, but it adds value to it.
I hope that we teach you that remembering that everything we do, we do for you. We will try to be the best examples of joy, fun, kindness, compassion, empathy, spirituality. Everything we do, we do out of love for you.
You will completely understand it when you have your own.